Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.